I haven't written for a while , well it's a very very long while . I don't know why but i am sure that something is wrong. i don't feel right maybe because i no longer spends much time alone. i love and i used to spend time by myself and it really made me feel great . now i feel that life is too fast for me, like if i can't cope with it any more. time passes and i don't even notice. when i had a job ( i quit my job a month ago because i got bored ) . my day went like this wake up , go to work , eat , face book , TV , more eating , sleep . without the job , you could just delete the ( go to work ) part . that's it , no more no less. for nearly 3 months i have been doing nothing , no reading , no writing, no sudoku besides i am gaining weight . it's like i have no desire to do or learn anything new , it's kind of losing motivation only living by the basics, like if I don't mind to die today, but still believe that life is beautiful so i decided to change all this.
i will write something and post it here every day .
i will read every day ( actually i have just started reading twenty love poems and a song of despair written by pablo neruda ) .
i will play sudoku and mahjong titans every day .
i will learn a new word in Italian every day
i will learn to do something new with paper ( the origami thing ) every day .and at last but not least , I am going on a diet and i will find some time to spend by myself and I will try to get out more . I really hope this would work for me , i hope it would make me feel better .
Showing posts with label doubts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doubts. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
denial painted
Eyes and tears painted red
a letter in a hand
unread
Doubts and pain painted black
Fear too painted blue
a message unread in a wooden box
left there to become dust
a thousand wishes were wished to be true
not everything you want
comes to you .
a letter in a hand
unread
Doubts and pain painted black
Fear too painted blue
a message unread in a wooden box
left there to become dust
a thousand wishes were wished to be true
not everything you want
comes to you .
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